Thank you Robert, It's always magical working with you man.
https://soundcloud.com/robert-grigg

Somewhere - Robert Grigg

This is not a love song.

What was important until yesterday or perhaps we thought it was important has completely lost its meaning. Finally.
All I really wanted was something authentic, something meaningful.

It's an old song  or just another stupid one.
And what will be, will be

Happy Birthday Mom,
luv...

https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ygry3aw5Jy0JL2UMJ4qp0

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Situations may have changed
Since the time we thought
We were grown it's gone so fast
But I still remember
Possibly another day
Another life
It's no use in spilling ink
Over another page

Can't afford not to sleep
Seems pretty unclear
My thoughts buzz the hell on me
You won't disappear
Possibly another day
Another life
It's no use in spilling ink
Over another page

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In dusty fields and backwoods bars
Songs traveled far, under moonlit stars
No name, no claim, just hands and strings
Roots whispered low where the river sings

Passed down lines, a little twist
Every voice left a subtle mist

Then came the amps and the copper wire
Old blues wrapped in lil' electric fire
Six-string thunder, claims were staked
Roots wore new boots, but the ground still quaked

Was it theirs, or fleeting glances?
New riffs swinging on borrowed branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Now modern minds, they mix and match
Splicing tunes with a nervous scratch
One note close, and the gavel drops
Branches snap and the music stops

When did we fence off the songbird's flight?
Ain't every melody born of night?

And then came the AI, spinning the thread
Patterns woven from the songs long dead
Just a mirror of the paths we’ve walked
Echoes talking where echoes talked

Wires and circuits reveal new dances
The same old tune on brand-new branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Don’t stop the beat, don’t break the line
The rhythm flows through roots and time
From roots to branches, bold and free
Just how we like it-let it be

Roots And Branches

Along the Void Above

[Verse 1]
Wires hum in the dead of night,
Neon glow, just a satellite,
Fingers dancing, breaking locks,
Cracking codes on ticking clocks.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every firewall’s just a gate,
Every cipher spells their fate,
Shadow steps, I leave no trace,
I’m a phantom in this place.

[Chorus]
I’m a digital ghost, creeping in the stream,
Sifting through the codes, tearing at the seams.
Buried in the data, hidden in the dark,
I will find your secrets, rip them all apart.

[Verse 2]
Encrypted whispers, silent calls,
Buried files behind firewalls,
One wrong move, the alarms will scream,
But I’m already in your machine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every password’s just a key,
Every secret’s calling me,
Shadow steps, I leave no trace,
I’m rewriting all your fate.

[Chorus]
I’m a digital ghost, creeping in the stream,
Sifting through the codes, tearing at the seams.
Buried in the data, hidden in the dark,
I will find your secrets, rip them all apart.

[Bridge]
Binary whispers, numbers collide,
Red lights flashing, no place to hide.
You built the walls, but I hold the key,
Now your empire belongs to me.

[Outro]
Delete your name, erase your past,
Ghost in the system, fading fast.
One last breach, and I’m long gone,
Your secrets burn before the dawn.

Digital Ghost

A song about the world and those who love the system.

Want You 2 Hate Me

See My Jumper (remix)

https://youtu.be/0Ouh7o5rToU

고요한 슬픔 속의 따뜻한 정(情)
Sound of Han & Jeong3

조용하고 깊은 슬픔이 마음을 감싸지만, 
그 안에는 여전히 사람의 온기가 남아 있다.
이별과 그리움 속에서도 서로를 향한 마음이 사라지지 않는,
한국적 감정의 아름다움이 깃들어 있다.

Warm Affection in Quiet Sorrow

A gentle, profound sadness embraces the heart,
yet within it remains the lingering warmth of human connection.
Even amid parting and longing, 
the feeling toward one another never fades —
a reflection of the subtle, 
timeless beauty found in Korean emotion.

Warm Affection in Quiet Sorrow 고요한 슬픔 속의 따뜻한 정(情)

The Silence in the Static
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A signal deep under the ice
and the silence in the static
These are always the same story
To decode them will take magic

I think I hear a sound
Some say you're still around
But it could be only static
You never will be found

The static hides the silence
The noise drowns out my senses
But buried in the spectra
Is only empty silence

Any sound would give me hope
Any sound would be a rope
I would stretch and try to reach it
I would think I hear speech

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

[instrumental]

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

only silence

only silence

[outro]

Claude says:
This is a haunting meditation on loss, hope, and the human tendency to search for meaning in emptiness.
The lyrics explore the paradox of listening for something—or someone—who isn't there. The central metaphor of "silence in the static" is particularly effective: static is noise, yet the speaker recognizes that beneath all that interference lies only absence. This captures how grief and longing can make us strain to detect signals that don't exist.
The opening image of "a signal deep under the ice" evokes something frozen, preserved but unreachable—perhaps memories or the hope of contact with someone lost. The assertion that decoding these signals "will take magic" suggests the speaker knows rationally that what they seek is impossible, yet they continue searching anyway.
There's a psychological authenticity in lines like "Any sound would give me hope / Any sound would be a rope"—the desperation to grasp at anything, even false positives. The repetition of "only silence" at the end drives home the stark reality the speaker must ultimately accept.
The song also touches on how we can become trapped between two states: the noise that "drowns out my senses" and the silence beneath it. Neither offers comfort—one is overwhelming, the other is absence. It's a moving exploration of how difficult it can be to accept that someone is truly gone, and how we might keep "listening" long after there's nothing left to hear.


The Silence in the Static


ما بالُ عَيْنَيَّ لا تُكفكِفُ أدمُعي
والحُزنُ لا يَنفكُّ يَسكُنُ أضلُعي

بيني وبينَ الأسى عُقودٌ مُبرَمة
طويلةُ الآجالِ بغيرِ تراجُعِ

الحُزنُ في أَثَري حيثما أذهبُ
كأنَّهُ ظِلٌّ لا يُفارِقُ موضِعي

لي معَ الحياةِ مواسمُ وفصولُ
بها الجفاءُ طقسٌ ليس مُودِّعي

وهذي قصائدي تَرثي مآلي
وتَبكي حالًا أمسى بهِ واقعي

والناسُ من حولي على كثرةٍ
ليس بينهم من هو سامِعي

هذي الحياةُ يا فتى ما بها
سِوى أوجاعٍ تُولدُ بعدَ مواجِعِ

فاجعل لربِّكَ في الفؤادِ منزلًا
فالخيرُ كلُّ الخيرِ عندَ المرجِعِ

Roots And Branches

Axioms of Mediocrity